Ima kill the weed guy CHRIST DILLINGER (Ft. Acid Souljah, PISTOLERO2K & Xhris2Eazy)

[Verse 1: Xhris2eazy]
Feet up while I’m counting all my cash
Uh, feet up while I’m smoking on the dash
Uh, pants filled up with the white ash
Sipping on this liquor like a pirate, need an eyepatch
She was tryna fuck me, I was chilling on the iPad
Drug dogs always tryna sniff my ballsack
Come pass you down, come strip you down
Uh, strip you to the socks, stomp you with some rocks
I just popped a perky, now I’m finna start tweaking

[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
I been drinking lean, purple come out when I’m peeing
I know I’m blowing up, I got 833 reasons
Damn, I just poured THC up in my apple juice
Touch down in New York, I’m drinking Martinelli’s apple juice
If you ain’t money ready then I’m finna smack you
“Eugh,” that’s how I feel when I hear ya’ll bullshit music
Based Negative, we the bеst to ever do it
I feel like Playboi Carti whеn I’m dropping music

[Verse 3: Pistolero2k]
Yeah, aye
Hop up in the [?], that shit it stank
Pull up to crack some, smoking on dank
Ten bands [?] straight to the bank
Hit with the perc, got me serving my fate
Aye, yeah, and her bootyhole brown but the pussy pink
3.5 in the [?] it stank
Ain’t talking ‘bout guap, ain’t doing no feat
Come with that bag, my pocket’s gon’ eat
Might kill with that choppa, my choppa gon’ eat
Uh, yeah, my choppa gon’ munch
I pull your bitch, I fuck her in the butt
Pull up to Christ’s and smoking on runts
Call up like bitch, I don’t give no fucks
With SEB, we sipping on tuss
And we got [?] and I got act
Pop me an E, don’t know how to act
Hop in the [?], said no cap